A.N.: This story's rated M for a reason! D: If you can't handle sex, find a different story;
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Please pardon any typos; I typed this fast.
Tarrant slowly awoke in the pitch-black room. He kept his eyes shut, trying to hold onto the tails of an exceptionally wonderful dream. It was already foggy, but in it, he was doing certain, well, erotic things with Alice. Feeling sly, he smiled, and held a sleeping Alice tighter.
When his senses returned to him, it dawned on him that it wasn't a dream. Recapping last night, he realized he had fallen asleep without giving Alice compensation for her actions. He hadn't even cleaned himself up. Only, he couldn't remember getting dressed.. He felt his abdomen, and couldn't feel the reminisces of last nights experience.
With a surge of affection for Alice, he realized she had cleaned him up and dressed him when he was sleeping. He kissed her on the cheek, and she stirred slightly in her sleep. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, while mentally scolding himself for just falling asleep like that, until she slowly woke up.
He was afraid she would be annoyed at the serious lack of retribution he showed her last night. He had even been thinking out how best to word his apology when she smiled sleepily up at him. He could hardly see her in the dim light of the oil-lamp. She looked incredibly sleepy, with very messy hair. It looked as though she was just wearing an over-sized shirt and panties.
He couldn't think of a time when she was more beautiful.
"Good Morning," She mumbled, sounding incredibly groggy. She squinted in the dark to try to see the hat-clock. "I never could understand that thing." She said, while distastefully eying the clock. Tarrant regarded it for a second in the dim light.
"It appears to be seven in the evening," Tarrant said, while reaching up to turn up the oil-lamp, giving the room much more light. They were silent for a moment. Tarrant felt like it was an awkward silence, and thought Alice was expecting some sort of apology for his actions. "So.. About last night.." He said, very quietly. Alice looked at him confused. He then noticed that the reason she had been silence was that she was attempting to fix her hair. He suddenly felt very stupid for bringing it up. Alice was quiet for a moment, and he hoped by some miracle that she hadn't heard him.
"I really hope you're not going to storm out of here again apologizing.." She hugged her knees, and was suddenly very interested in her toes. "I-I told you before.. I.. I like you.." She finished quietly, with a very radiant pink blush.
Tarrant sat gaping at her for a moment. It was like she hadn't even noticed that he completely fell asleep on her. He bit his lip.
"No.. No, nothing like that.. It's just that I.. Well, you know.. Could of been... Better.. No.. It's just.. I.. I feel like I.." His voice was growing steadily quieter as he mumbled out his attempt at an apology. He stared intently at the clock. Left you completely and utterly unsatisfied, He finished in his head. He could feel Alice's eyes on him, and could practically picture the confused expression on her face. She probably had her head tilted to the side, with her lips slightly parted.
"Is this about you falling asleep?" Alice asked. Tarrant cringed at the pure bluntness of the statement. He feebly nodded, his eyes still intently on the clock. It was now Alice's turn to stutter. "It's not like I minded... It sort of made me happy.. Caring for you like that.. I hope it didn't make me look.. Well.. You know.. Creepy, I guess." She finished quietly. Tarrant had never known anyone act more positively adorable then now.
"I thought it adorable." He said, shifting his gaze to her. She looked up at him, locking eyes, and he smiled down upon her. She looked away, blushing slightly, smiling quite hard.
"Oh?" He said, his voice filled with interest. Tarrant got closer to her, and brushed his lips softly against hers. "What seems to be embarrassing you?" She proceeded to look away, her face incredibly pink at this point, and mumbled something. "Pardon me, I couldn't quite catch that?"
"N..Nothing.." Alice mumbled quietly. Tarrant embraced her, and started whispering in her ear.
"It doesn't seem like nothing." He said, his lips brushing her ear with each word. This sensation sent shivers down Alice's spine. "Come on, tell me... You can trust me." Alice shook her head no, smiling profusely. "Don't worry.. I can always find out.." He said, kissing her lightly on the mouth again, as his hands started wondering. Alice gasped when one of his hands touched her breast through her shirt's fabric. Tarrant took his opportunity, and put his tongue into her mouth. Slightly shocked by his own boldness.
Her response to the kiss showed she was more than okay with him acting on impulse. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, as she let him dominate her mouth. She made a slight gasp as he slid his hands under her shirt, but showed no sign of protest. He tried to make sure he left no skin of her abdomen untouched, mapping it out in his mind. He got incredibly close to her breasts when he stopped. He suddenly felt incredibly insecure, and didn't know how exactly to.. Well, he had never been with a woman before.
Alice, obviously puzzled by the stop of his hands, broke the kiss and looked at him, with a shy expression on her face.
"Y.. You can touch them.. You know.." She said, not meeting his eyes. He smiled and started to lift off her shirt. She showed no signs of protest, but, did look incredibly embarrassed once it was off. Tarrant regarded her body for a moment. She looked so beautiful. Sitting on his bed in just her panties, looking intently at the floor, a pink blush across her face. The light from the oil-lamp seemed to dance about her body, shading it in exactly the right places.
She by no means had a voluptuous body; but, he couldn't imagine her with one any different. She was neither too thin, nor too heavy. Her breasts, by no mean large, were just right. Her light pink nipples were hardening in the bare air. Her skin was the most beautiful milky shade he could of ever fathomed. She was beautiful, by every definition of the word.
Apparently feeling his eyes on her, her blush extended to an even deeper pink. She was incredibly interested with the floor, and biting onto her lip painfully; she could almost taste blood. She moved one hand to her neck, and held it there, absentmindedly.
Hellbent on devouring every inch of her perfect flesh, Tarrant embraced her, incredibly enthusiastically, and got to work sucking and nibbling on her neck. Alice gasped loudly at the abruptness of the act, but, loved the sensation all the same. She laid on her back, with one hand on the back of her lover's head, stroking his hair.
She instinctively arched her back when he reached her nipple; he started lightly sucking on it. With the way he was acting, she figured he was trying incredibly hard to keep from hurting her in his eagerness. She egged him on with her moans and sharp intakes of air until he was roughly sucking, with a few light nips. It hurt her slightly, but it definitely was a good kind of hurt, if there was ever such a thing. She could feel him growing increasingly hard, as his erection dug into her leg.
After a moment, it started to become the bad kind of hurt. She figured she could just take it, but, it was starting to hurt incredibly bad. She had no idea how to tell him to stop without hurting his feelings;
"T-Tarrant.." She said quietly, making sure it sounded more like a question than a moan. He stopped and looked up at her.
"Yes?" He asked.
"T..That's just a little too.. Well, hard." She said quietly, regretting asking him to stop when she saw the blush that formed across his face.
"O..Oh, well.. I'm glad you said something.." He said, just then noticing how red her nipples had grown due to his current assault on them. With a huge drop of confidence, he had no idea what to say next. He could feel his erection wilting with his embarrassment;
The more Alice thought about it, the worse idea it seemed to tell him to stop. Now she felt incredibly embarrassed, and had no idea what to say. She was indescribably thankful when she heard a knock on the door. Apparently Tarrant was incredibly thankful too, for he jumped up and off the bed in record time.
"I-I better answer that.." He looked down at his attire, which was nightclothes. "Oh no.. B-Better change first.." He grabbed clothes from the dresser to his right, and bolted out the door to change. Alice stood up, and started putting on clothes for the day; she tried to keep her mind away from how she just ruined the moment between Tarrant and her. It then occurred to her that the only friends she had seen in Wonderland were Tarrant and Chessur.
With renewed joy, she threw her clothes on as fast as she could, momentarily fixed her hair in a mirror, and rushed down the steps to join Tarrant. The moment she heard Tarrant's voice, she knew something was wrong; it was missing it's usual cheer. She didn't know any resident from Wonderland that could give him that type of cold voice.
She took the last steps slowly, and peaked around the corner. Standing in the doorway stood the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon; he was slightly taller than Tarrant, with tanned skin and dark, shaggy, straight, hair. He was thin, but, from his body radiated this enormous aura of power. To either side of him stood terrifying creatures she had never seen before, not even in the Red Queen's castle.
"Oh?" He said, in a smooth, relaxing, voice lased with interest, his eyes on Alice. "The records said you lived alone. Of course, because you didn't know about the new rules, I'll let it slide. However," He snapped his fingers and a giant cricket, dressed in a black suit hopped from behind him, holding a notepad. He flipped though it for a moment, and then settled down on a page.
"Name?" He said, in a high-pitched voice, staring at Alice. Before Alice could say anything, Tarrant interjected.
"Ivory Geiselstout, my partner."
"It's not on here, Sir." The cricket said to the tanned man, flipping though his notepad vigorously. The tanned man raised an eyebrow.
"And why exactly would you domestic partner not be listed as living in Underland?" He asked.
"She's not from around here." Tarrant said, poorly attempting to keep his voice casual.
"Is that so? Please come here." He asked Alice, his beautiful blue eyes seemingly boring into her soul; she walked around the corner and over to Tarrant, and nodded. The tanned man's expression noticeably softened upon seeing Alice in full view. "I'll take your word for it this time, Ms. Ivory, but, you'll have to live in the foreigners section of the castle; don't worry, it's quite nice. Just until we get you listed as a resident and clear your background." Tarrant looked livid.
"I apologize, but, I cannot let you barge in here and take away my woman!" Alice blushed profusely upon hearing him describe her as 'his woman'.
"It's law." The tanned man said with noticeable frustration in his voice. "You will be able to visit her, and she may freely roam the castle, to an extent; but she may not leave the castle grounds, by order of the second amendment of the foregin pol-" Tarrant cut him off.
"That's unjust! She's been here longer than you have, I daresay!"
"That matters not; I'd like you to keep a respectful tongue when talking to you're new King." And with that, he held out a hand, which Alice took nervously. He led her out the door, and with one last fleeting look at her lover's sad face, the door was shut.